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The 2nd Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History:
The Barangay
The Malay people formed a settlement
Having a culture & own government
They had a ruler & social stratification
They possessed a literature & practiced a religion
These people lived on nature
They depended their living on agriculture
They adhered on peace & order
Governed by laws & a certain ruler
They were ruled by a gat, lakan, datu or rajah
Who came from the noble class or maharlika
There were also freemen or timawa & slaves or alipin
Living on their own or serving from within
These ancestors of ours were not illiterate
They had an alibata or baybayin to communicate
They were also not savages & godless
They believed in the afterlife, spirits and deities who punish & bless
This is the 2nd Period of Pre-Spanish Era – The Barangay
A village of families, heritage of the Malay
Proof of our orderly beginning & civilized origin
God was with the Philippines since our genesis herein.
-05/07/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
The Kings of the earth and great men
for survival how to begin
And the rich men, and Chief Captains
privileged and possessions, men of passion
Mighty men, Bondmen, freemen too
hiding for fate and futures through
For behold the days are coming
what can be more foreboding
In which they shall say
how could it end in such a way
Blessed are the barren
those who could be caring
And to the wombs that never bare
those never given the responsibility to care
And paps that never gave suck
that part that feeds those who trust
Then shall they begin to say
why does it end this way
And to the mountains, fall on us
Hide us from the nuclear thrust
And to the hills. Cover us.
give us shelter from deaths touch
This may comes as a surprise to some.
TANTAMOUNT:
Whether by genes or by blood,
Whether by menage or by clan,
Whether by power or by class,
Whether by race or by nationality,
Whether by age or by gender,
We are all tantamounted inherently.
None of us is special above the other,
For we all have our unique qualities.
Everybody is yoked with weaknesses,
And with strengths... inseparably.
So why should I treat you wickedly,
As if I'm so much important than you?
And why should you mishandle me,
Based on animosity, like I'm a wood?
Well, we all came from mere women,
Into this world as slaves and poor men.
Where we battle to become freemen.
So simply, there's no need for disregard.
But we are required to render real love,
In order to groom the peace we have.
This is my personal opinion right now,
Equally, you too have yours in your hand.
Thank you...I'm out!
Indeed, we have given up.
Freemen, once...now happy slaves?
No longer able to drink from a Church cup.
We are the most willing knaves.
Tragically, to those who unlawfully
locked us up.
Stockholm Syndrome has us by the throat.
We are grateful to our masters for our lifelong
sentence?
Never realizing we must be the butt of jokes.
Contended as our end draws near.
Taken prisoner by a phenomenal,
life-demeaning hoax.
September 12, 2020
7pm PST
Indeed, we have given up.
Freemen, once, .now happy slaves?
No longer able to drink from a
Church cup.
We are the most willing knaves.
Tragically, to those who unlawfully
locked us up.
Stockholm Syndrome has us by
strongly, by the throat.
We are grateful to our masters for
our lifelong sentence.
Never realizing we must be the butt
of jokes.
Contended, as our end draws near.
Taken prisoner by a phenomenal,
life-demeaning, worldwide power-!hoax!
September 10, 2020
11pm PST
Calming journey present travels
Daunting highways of dirt and gravels
Firebombing businesses and homes unravels
Housewarming rebuilding from grounds battles
~
Coming into life Victorian castles
Crawling toward the scrambles,
Daunting hoards of freemen shackles
Calming are the finish structures panels
2/9/20
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
I can't imagine
He hiked the mountains
He crossed the rivers
And traverse the forest
He defended Sabah
He was killed after years
His years of keeping a nation’s pride
His was anti colonial government
Never had he found a word to surrender
But never to deny his Suluk blood
Fighting along with Dusun and Bajau
In his honor I am proud
The freedom of his land he is understood
Stand the hero of Sabah
You are forever in our heart
Your blood grew our spirit to fight
We are freemen with your cause
Datu Paduka Mat Salleh
You are in our memory!
Gobble gobble I run from you.
Gobble gobble I don't want to be in your next stew.
Gobble gobble when will this end.
Gobble gobble maybe 9 or at 10?
Gobble gobble I have tripped.
Gobble gobble I hear the dogs come like a whip.
Gobble gobble I don't want to die.
Gobble gobble as well. Deep fried.
GOBBLE GOBBLE!... BARK BARK!.... GOBBLE!!!.....
GROWL!.. SILENCE.
(Voice of Morgan Freemen: Thus ends the life of a turkey he could of escaped if he just flied away but that's not how nature works.
Maybe he was fed to a family or to an animal we may never know, what we do know is never wish to be a turkey you just may end up as Dead Meat.)
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Eternity witnessed anciently and again.
Lost souls in retreat; visions isolated.
Perpetual fears encumbering freemen.
Daunting dreams with doubts amid young and aged.
Time never ends feelings of desperation.
Souls hiding in solitude sink deaths anchor.
Drowning in self-pity and isolation.
Then, comes faith, and happily-ever-after.
Love lifts life like floating clouds reflecting brightly.
The pink evening sky paints the world’s uplifting.
God watches as sunbeams light the night beauty –
Strongly fortifying, God manifesting.
© January 30, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
There was a woman from Beeman
Who enraptured all the seamen
With a gentle touch of her hand
She titillated their laughing gland
Making them feel like freemen
They
cut up
the common,
enclosed the heath
and
made
the land
all their own-
putting to the
plough-
once
freemen,
then wage slaves-
as a pauper
lie.
For more on the English enclosure please read
Oliver Golssmith's 'The Deserted Village' or John Clare/William Barnes poetry
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